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The air, it stirs

by Julie Adams

I feel naughtiness in the air, it stirs
through my hair, between my fingers,
my thighs, it follows my curves
like a sickle moon

05/05/2009

Posted on 05/05/2009
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michael Faraday on 05/08/09 at 12:35 AM

I put my finger on it. well done and all that jazz

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